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I hit up this corner—boom, there she is! Red heels, smokin’ a cig, lookin’ like she dgaf. I’m thinkin’, “Is this love authentic?”—another *Certified Copy* line, ha! Nah, fam, it’s just business, but my brain’s spinnin’. I’m yellin’ inside, “Eric, chill, this ain’t a rom-com!” She’s quotin’ prices like it’s a damn menu—50 for this, 100 for that. I’m like, “Girl, I ain’t tryna buy your soul!” Laughin’ my ass off, but lowkey surprised how chill she is. Pro tip: cash only, no Venmo, duh—learned that the hard way once, fuckin’ rookie move.

In today’s world you can find pretty much anything with a smartphone.

Look, I’m ramblin’—it’s just so many intense moments! Burr-Ridge is a mosaic of grins and sighs. Every corner whispers secrets, every park bench has a tale. Sometimes, I get all giddy, sometimes I’m mad AF, but most of the time, it’s just pure, unfiltered life—hi-ho indeed!

Mark DePaolo Obituary - Burr Ridge (1951-2024)